Oh, I just wrote it, it's a romp and if was fun to write in this country style musically and lyrically. And, in fact, I once rode cross country (Florida to Washington State) in my parent's 1955 Ford Custom hardtop, and sometimes in the trunk of the car with one of my brothers and our dog, Jin-Jer, a beautiful female Boxer.

Lyrics

Cross Country Drive
Music & Lyrics by Rick Landers (c) 2020

I told her I wanted to drive
Cross country in my Ford
She said she’d be uncomfortable
She thought she’d get bored
So, I took that hint it was bigger than
Those big sky Wyoming billboards

So, I got into my car and I left her
On the side of that road
Figured I’d make better time
Leaving her and her heart of fool’s gold

Headed west singing songs
With her heart now out of range
Pedal to the metal
I was beginning to feel free
For a change

Doubt that I’ll ever see that girl again
White picket fences
Too many to mend
Here I go again

Drove 'til dark with my guitar
Found a place for some weed and a poke
Ate a bite at first light
downed a Moon Pie and RC cola float

Headed west singing songs
With her heart now out of range
Pedal to the metal
I was beginning to feel free
For a change

(Instrumental Break)

Found my style in the City of Angels they all called L.A.
I sang on the street for a pinch of mesquite
and loose change
Hitched a ride on that pie in the sky
Hollywood sign
Bought a long-horned Cadillac and Stetson hat
Finally made the big time

Doubt that I’ll ever
See that girl again
White picket fences
Far too many fences to mend
Here she comes again